In His Hands for spn_30snapshots
Title: In His Hands
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #16, Earth
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Making adjustments.
His limbs felt heavy. Consciously, he knew they were unchanged physically, but there was this pulling sensation, like he was being held to the ground. It wasn’t that Castiel wasn’t aware of the phenomenon of gravity, just that he hadn’t felt it before.
He rode with Sam and Dean, learned to use firearms, and had become proficient. Fighting with his hands was still easier, more familiar. But learning this skill was essential in his new life here on Earth.
There were days when he longed for his connection to the Host, but more often he was pleased with his ability to adjust.
Smells and sounds were different now. Tastes, too, another new sensation.
Heaven was gone, at least until the mortal life Castiel had now reached its end. Even then, he couldn’t be sure he’d be allowed to go back.
For now, he concentrated on that feeling of being physically anchored to the ground whether he was sitting or standing or lying down. Earth was his new home, and he knew he could learn to adapt.
Sitting on a park bench eating an ice cream cone, Castiel reached down and touched the grass, and the dirt below it. A piece of the place where he belonged now right there in his hand. He knew he could not hold a piece of Heaven in his hand, and smiled to himself.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #16, Earth
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Making adjustments.
His limbs felt heavy. Consciously, he knew they were unchanged physically, but there was this pulling sensation, like he was being held to the ground. It wasn’t that Castiel wasn’t aware of the phenomenon of gravity, just that he hadn’t felt it before.
He rode with Sam and Dean, learned to use firearms, and had become proficient. Fighting with his hands was still easier, more familiar. But learning this skill was essential in his new life here on Earth.
There were days when he longed for his connection to the Host, but more often he was pleased with his ability to adjust.
Smells and sounds were different now. Tastes, too, another new sensation.
Heaven was gone, at least until the mortal life Castiel had now reached its end. Even then, he couldn’t be sure he’d be allowed to go back.
For now, he concentrated on that feeling of being physically anchored to the ground whether he was sitting or standing or lying down. Earth was his new home, and he knew he could learn to adapt.
Sitting on a park bench eating an ice cream cone, Castiel reached down and touched the grass, and the dirt below it. A piece of the place where he belonged now right there in his hand. He knew he could not hold a piece of Heaven in his hand, and smiled to himself.